I am currently sitting in a library study room at a school I do not attend. Surrounded by students I am jealous of, and aisles of books I just want to run my fingers across. It has definitely been awhile.
We crave knowledge of different sorts for different reasons. I crave the pages of a book because I know no other way to survive. No other way to feel whole.
I crave classrooms with intelligent professors spiting truths because what else should I live for? A well paying job? A picket fence life?
I crave group thought, group debate, group living.
I crave conversations of value and worth, with people who believe they are of value and of worth. Or simply those who are just trying to get to that point, making an effort to figure themselves out - to be in love with themselves. To be in love with what they are capable of. Every strength and every weakness.
R&B superstar Pharrell Williams has formally apologised for writing the 2013 hit ‘Blurred Lines’. He cited recent efforts to “wipe the shame away” as part of a “12-step apology tour” that aims to win back lost fans, so far jumping ship for reasons including the hat he wore to the Grammys and the infectious ‘Happy’.
International Women’s Day 2014.